Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my reputation of beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this B
Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit up
Drive by with puppy plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans fit inside the trunk
Move over the and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to
Fuck the news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a while ago
Don't let me get hold of rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean
Surrounded by them that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches giant peaches that's vile
They never did catch rhino

Squadron full of some souls
Sergeant of all, it's and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his wishes for college
And coppers a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a
right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
Bitches augmented stupid as the is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded,
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics
From a different of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, it's Golf Wang, nigga